Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 14:26:38 GMT
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 | Age - 2.5 Gender - Female Species - Dalmation Group - Stray Sexuality - Straight |
Loyal | Brave | Optimistic | Witty |
Appearance
Gracie looks like a Dalmatian in your typical sense. She is mainly covered in a short haired white fur form the tip of her tail to her nose. Her face is bathed in white aside from her lips and nose which contrast a beautiful black. There are a few rogue black spots near her nose, her ears are mainly black spotted with a little white peeping through in places. Gracie's neck is the most spotted part of her body. It is almost completely black with spots and it runs down her neck to her shoulders. There the spots seem to taper off a bit. Her back begins to whiten her haunches more and all four feet are almost bare of spots. Gracie is around 23inches at the shoulder and weighs in around 47 pounds. Her body is lean, giving her more power for speed and her blocky muscle mass makes her an excellent endurance hunter.
Personality
Gracie is a true dog to her nature. She is always looking at the optimistic side of things and is always energetic. She loves to be on the move and finding or exploring new things. Gracie has a bit of a stubbornness in her. If Gracie believes what she is doing is the right thing she will not listen to what others say. She can be a little over zealous at times and this normally ends with Gracie in trouble or having caused trouble. She doesn't know when to close her mouth either it seems. Her mind thinks things up and out her mouth they go before she even really gives a second thought to them. She is always up for a task though and loves to work. Coming from a family of strays, Gracie loves to hunt small prey. The only hole in her life is the loss of her parents. She has not gotten over their disappearance. This has left Gracie slightly untrusting of other mutts and so she tends to be a little aggressive when first met. Conflict is not her main goal, but she merely wants others to know she will not back down.
History
Born near one of the people villages Gracie was encased with love from her mother. She was one of the only surviving pups to make it to adulthood. Her only other sibling had been stolen away by the two-legged while she was still young. This made her parents take her farther from the village but also closer to the other dogs that ran the show it seemed. Her parents were mainly scavengers but the small prey around the area was easy enough to catch for them. Her father was a brute force who never allowed her to not try harder. She always felt he was pushing her harder than she could go and this left their relationship strained. It did teach her to become a better hunter and fighter though. Their days were spent mainly with her father and mother working on her skill and them teaching her the way of things. People meant death. Dogs meant death. Trust nobody, but family. This was a hard lesson for her when she was out hunting and returned to their den only to find her mother and father gone. Their scent trail leading back to the village. Gracie went as close as she could before her fear of people held her back. She waited for days for them. After 3 moon cycles Gracie decided it was time to move on. She had mourned her parents and now her life needed to keep going.
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